Page 104 of When Hearts Ignite

My balls contract and my legs tremble as the pleasure sharpens to a boiling point. Shit. Shit. Shit. Her fucking tongue and throat are taking me to nirvana.

A muscle twitches in my jaw as my body shakes and I shift in my chair. I let out a ragged breath before murmuring, hoping my voice still sounds steady, “Indigestion this morning. And I’ll handle this, Sean. Give me a little bit of time.”

Sean straightens and stares at me for a moment and I fight to keep my face placid and cool when I’m about to combust in my chair. With a terse nod, he says, “Figure it out, Steven. We can’t let him win.”

He closes the door with a click.

A low roar rips from my throat as I push out of my chair and drag Grace up from her hiding spot. “You naughty, naughty girl,” I rasp in her ear. She looks dazed, her lips swollen.

“You were so sad. I could feel it. I w-wanted to distract you.”

“You distracted me all right. Ass up, underwear off, on my desk,” I growl as I stalk toward the office door, my hand fisting my throbbing dick.

I engage the lock and turn around and I nearly come at the scene before me—Grace, her dress hiked up, panties on the floor, her breasts pressed up against my desk, her two, creamy ass cheeks high in the air, a glistening slit in between them.

“Fuck me. Look at that dripping wet pussy.”

Not bothering to fully undress, I step behind her and line up the tip of my dick at her slick entrance. “You want to make me feel better, darling?”

“Yes, sir.”

I freeze at the sound of the term on her lips and at my silence and stillness, she turns her head, her face flushed as she takes in my expression. Whatever she sees on my face has her lips curving into a sly smile.

Her tongue snakes out and swipes the cupid’s bow of her upper lip before she moans, “Let me make you feel better, sir. Use me for your pleasure. Flood me with your cum.”

My vision narrows and nearly blackens out, and with a low roar, I slam into the hilt. My mind is a swirl of chaos—the crippling loss and shame from this morning battle against the lust and love I have for this woman before me. There are too many emotions and sensations and I feel like I’m going crazy, delirious, and hanging on by the thinnest thread of sanity.

My hips piston inside her against the desk, her tight channel gripping me like she needs this as much as I do. She whimpers with each thrust and I curl her silky strands around my hand, pulling her head off the desk as I hover my body over hers, dominating her completely, never letting go.

“Steven,” she moans.

Thrust.

“Yes, my dirty, dirty girl?”

Thrust.

“You are loved, oh God,” she cries, her hand slapping over her mouth to muffle the sounds as I hit that tender spot deep inside her and I feel more wetness from where we’re joined.

“Fuck yes. You love me.”

Thrust.

“You’re never leaving me.” I bite her earlobe, earning myself a mewl.

Thrust.

“I’m goddamn crazy about you.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

My cock throbs as her walls tremble and her cream gushes, our bodies coming together in an erotic symphony of skin against skin.

The darkness from the call earlier is in the background as every atom in my body is focused on the trembling woman beneath me and where we’re joined. Her legs shake and she tries to arch off the desk but I pin her down and drive into her harder, faster and suddenly, I feel a gush of liquid dripping onto my thighs as her lips part into a cry, “Steven!”

I swallow my name on her lips as the dam bursts inside me and with a few shuddering thrusts, I groan into her mouth as my cock throbs in her tight heat, jets of hot cum flooding her insides.

She shakes beneath me from aftershocks and I feel lightheaded, my soul repleted but exhausted, and I curl my body over hers, relishing the way I cover her just so. If I’m failing as a son, at least I’m not failing as her lover and her man. I can protect her and give her everything I have left.

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